Although I call my mother every day to ask things such as "Was anything broken?", one morning, she called me before I call. She told me that a thing had been broken on the day before, and it was very large. The thing was my father's car!When I heard the news, to be honest, I was relieved. Since my father is old enough to drive, his children and relatives often told him not to drive any more. However, my parents didn't agree with us because it was inconvenient.

When my father was driving with my mother, he tried to avoid the oncoming car. His car got on the curb stones and two of left tires were broken. A neighbor looking at it kindly called a mechanic nearby (fortunately, the mechanic was about 100 meters away from the accident. And the mechanic also drove my parents to the nearest their relative from there. I was glad to hear about the kind people.

Although only two tires were broken, my father decided to scrap the car because his car had been already old. And he finally gave up driving.They took a taxi, two trains, and a bus, then they managed to get home from their relative's house. It was a long traveling for them.

When I called my mother in the afternoon of the day, I was surprised to hear that my mother started to ride a bike again on the next day of the accident. She hadn't riden a bike for about a couple of years or more. Now she goes shopping by bike.She will be 78 next month. Now I have another worrying about her riding, after my father driving.

A friend of mine gave me a free ticket of "The Marriage of Figaro" by opera. I'm embarrassed to say that but it was the first time in my life to see an opera. I didn't know about operas well. I had thought that they were similar to musical shows. To be honest, I don't like musical shows because it is sometimes difficult for me to understand the story. I want them to either sing or speak. So, I hadn't expected the opera so much.

I was surprised to see that her daughter played there although she was not one of the main roles.Besides, when they were singing, the lyrics were being showed on the beside both boads. So, it was easy for me to understand the story. And they were sometimes singing, but were sometimes speaking normally. It was also good that an orchestra was playing in front of the stage.

When I called my mother one morning as usual, my mother sounded a little strange on that day. It seemed that my father was sitting next to her and told her something.She told me about what happened on my brother. According to her, he called in the evening before the day, and he told her that he had had a cold. He then called the next morning, and he told her that he had lost a lot of money in the stock market. So, he asked for help. As I had worked at a stock company before, my mother told him that he should consult me. He then said, "Never tell my sister because I don't want her to worry about it!"

As soon as I listened to her, I knew he was a swindler, not my brother. First, I soon sent a text message to my brother. Second, I called the nearest police box from my parents' house.Fortunately, my brother saw it soon, and he called my mother. She realized the difference between their voices. After a while, a police man visited my parents house.

My parents' phone number seems to be on swindle groups. This was the second time. That was the first time. The police man said that they will call someday again.